I
am the fresh taste of the water; I
The silver of the moon, the gold o' the sun, The word of worship in
the Veds, the thrill That passed in the ether, and the
strength Of man's shed seed. I am the good sweet smell Of the
moistened earth, I am the fire's red light, The vital air moving in
all which moves, The holiness of hallowed souls, the root Undying,
whence hath sprung whatever is; The wisdom of the wise, the
intellect Of the informed, the greatness of the great. The splendour
of the splendid.
Kunti's Son! These am I, free from
passion and desire; Yet am I right desire in all who yearn, Chief of
the Bharatas! for all those moods, Soothfast, or
passionate, or ignorant, Which Nature frames, deduce from me; but
all Are merged in me- not I in them! The world- Deceived by
those three qualities of being- Wotteth not Me Who am outside them
all, Above them all, Eternal! Hard it is To pierce that veil
divine of various shows Which hided Me; yet they who worship Me
Pierce it and pass beyond.
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